1. First night

Thunder bellowed echoing the mood in his parents' house. Another plate thrown at his head.it smashed like the lightning above the roof. Shouting. Loud deafening shouts aimed at him like bullets to the heart. 'I need to leave here.' But where to turn?

All his relatives were the same. Shouts.

** MOMENTS LATER **

Racing, racing through the forest next door. Stumbling over dead leaves and tree roots. Rain soaking his skin. He stops, listening. His senses seemed more alert. Closing his eyes he could feel every drop of rain. Alone, he decided that's how he'll stay.

The owl hoots and the wind howls. Breathing deeply. Not his breath. Who's is it? His forehead creases then a twig cracks.